Chris Carter - The Night Stalker

‘And why was she at the airport?’

‘Because she knew I wasn’t telling her everything. She had contacts everywhere, even inside Parker Center.’

Captain Blake didn’t look surprised.

‘Through them she found out I was onto something. She guessed I knew about the kidnapper. And if I wasn’t prepared to share information, then she’d find out for herself. She was a very good detective.’ He looked away. ‘And a very kind person.’

‘So she decided to tail you?’

‘According to her partner, that was the initial idea, yes.’

The silence returned to the room for a moment longer.

‘The other woman?’ the captain eventually asked. ‘The kidnap victim.’

Hunter nodded. ‘Katia Kudrov. She’s the violinist concert-mistress for the LA Philharmonic. She was the woman who Whitney was hired to find.’

The captain nodded. ‘How is she?’

‘Terrified, a little dehydrated and malnourished, but Andrew Harper never touched her. Physically she hasn’t been hurt.’ He paused for an instant. ‘Psychologically… she’ll need help.’

‘Is he talking?’

Hunter tilted his head to one side. ‘The psychiatrists are making progress little by little. But this will be a long process. Understandably, Andrew’s mind is in a complete mess. We were right. He was kidnapping women who reminded him of his mother, but we were wrong in the assumption that sooner or later they did something to break his projection spell – and made him realize that they weren’t who he wanted them to be.’

‘On the contrary,’ Garcia took over. ‘They reminded him of her too much. That remembrance awoke a 20-year-old suppressed feeling that he probably didn’t even know it was there… and it wasn’t love. ’

‘Hate,’ Captain Blake guessed.

‘Anger,’ Hunter corrected her. ‘Violent anger. Subconsciously he blamed her for betraying his father… destroying his family. He used the knowledge he gained through his interviews and the questions about true love to mimic what happened that day in his house. To punish his mother time and time again.’

‘How come he wasn’t killed by his father?’ the captain asked.

Hunter explained that Andrew’s father never intended to kill him in the first place. ‘Andrew saw everything that happened that day from the attic, and then hid there for three days. When he escaped the house, he hid in the back of a truck at the interstate gas station. By chance, the truck was destined for Los Angeles.’

‘He’s been here all this time?’

Garcia nodded and took over. ‘He slept in the ghettos in South Central and shined shoes in West Hollywood for money. At the age of fourteen he managed to get a job in a clockmaker’s and locksmith shop in South Gate. The shop was a family-owned business, run by a childless couple in their sixties – Ted and Louise Coleman. That was where he learned about time triggers, precision mechanisms, building complicated devices, and to pick locks. In fact, he became an expert. It was also where he adopted his new name and identity.’

‘Sonofabitch,’ the captain said, reaching for the glass of water on the side table.

‘He joined Contemporary Painters magazine as a runaround boy at the age of nineteen.’ Garcia carried on. ‘The magazine belongs to the DTP Corporation. They also own Art Today magazine and several others, together with the A & E TV network. He was very intelligent, and moved up the ranks fast.’

‘A great place to keep an eye out for any female painter or musician who reminded him of his mother,’ Hunter added.

‘And here’s the surprise fact,’ Garcia again. ‘The St Michael’s Hospice building… he owns it.’

‘ Owns it?’ The captain’s stare jumped from detective to detective.

Garcia nodded. ‘Bought it a year ago, eight years after a fire destroyed it.’ He shrugged. ‘What was left of the building was just rotting away. Nobody wanted it, least of all the old owners. He got the whole thing for two thousand bucks. The building was way too far out of town to be crawling with teenagers, drug addicts and drifters. A perfect isolated location. Nobody ever went up there. Few people even knew it existed.’

‘What I don’t get,’ the captain said, ‘is why he didn’t kill his victims at the hospice? Why take them somewhere else?’

‘Because no matter what, they still reminded him of his mother,’ Hunter said. ‘Despite his anger for what he considered her betrayal, his love for her was undeniable.’

‘And that’s why he created those trigger mechanisms,’ Garcia added. ‘So he didn’t have to be there when they died. A sort of detachment.’

‘Exactly,’ Hunter agreed.

‘He still could’ve done that at the hospice,’ Captain Blake pushed. ‘He could’ve locked them in a room and left them to their fate.’

‘If he did, he’d still have to deal with their dead bodies,’ Hunter explained. ‘Re-enter the room, dispose of them… His brain couldn’t cope with the emotion of seeing someone who reminded him so much of his mother dead.’

‘The easiest way to avoid all that,’ Garcia concluded, ‘leave them to their fate somewhere else.’

Captain Blake gently brought her fingers to her swollen lips. ‘So the psychiatrists will have a field day with him.’

‘More like a summer camp,’ Garcia came back. ‘The kind of traumatized mind he’s got is the stuff of dreams for criminal behavior psychologists.’

The captain’s eyes searched for Hunter’s. He nodded.

‘So after killing six people, this monster will probably end up in a psychiatric institution instead of getting the death penalty,’ Captain Blake said, shaking her head. ‘As always, we bust our asses to catch the crazy psychos out there, and the goddamn lawyers and the state let them loose.’

‘He ain’t going loose, Captain,’ Hunter said.

‘You know what I mean, Robert.’ The captain paused and looked at the flowers Hunter had brought her. Her lips almost broke into a smile, but she held it back.

‘How did you know?’ Hunter asked. ‘How did you know where you were?’

Captain Blake explained about how she was abducted, how she pretended to have breathed in large amounts of ether, and her attempt to break away when they got to the hospice.

‘When I started running towards the road, I saw the hospice’s old sign. I guess I was lucky he decided to make that video. I was afraid I hadn’t moved my lips enough for you to be able to read them. I thought he’d see me doing it, so I pretended to be disoriented and moved my lips incoherently, throwing the words in as I did it.’

‘Great thinking,’ Hunter admitted.

‘It saved my life.’

Garcia smiled.

‘What are you smiling at?’ Captain Blake said, glaring at him.

‘I just realized that this is the first time that at the end of a big case I’m not the one with my face all smashed in.’

‘Well, that can be easily arranged,’ she replied, giving him the evil eye.

‘Nope, I like my face like this,’ Garcia said. The smile didn’t go away.

Everyone went quiet for a moment.

‘Thank you,’ the captain finally said, looking at Hunter.

Hunter tilted his head in his partner’s direction. ‘Carlos saved us all when he came up with the flare idea.’

‘Well, somebody had to think of something,’ Garcia said.

There was a knock at the door and a nurse popped her head through the door.

‘OK now, that’s enough for today. You must all leave Miss Blake to rest,’ she said, her gaze settling on Hunter.

‘Rest?’ Captain Blake shot back almost laughing. ‘Honey, if you think that I’m gonna spend another night in here, you’re the one who needs a doctor.’